Well we finally got the pictures of Sampson up. There he is folks in all his glory. Isn’t he a beautiful dog? (you have to scroll all the way down to the bottom to see the rest of the pictures)
He’s got a personality to match. Next week, I’m going to try to get some pictures of Sampson with all the new friends he’s made. I have to travel for business Monday and Tuesday, so unfortunately, I won’t be able to get any pictures of Bill the trash guy and his crew, since Tuesday morning is trash day. Sampson will be spending his next weekend at his summer home, so I will get some nice shots of him there.
I’ll try to get a shot of him with the baggy pants crew, but as you all know, we have a communications problem there. They seem to comprehend English (I think) but clearly they don’t speak it. Maybe if I use hand gestures, I can get them to understand the concept of taking a picture with Sampson. They’re friendly kids, but as far as I can tell, they’re as dumb as a bag of rocks. Maybe they’re not, maybe I just don’t speak rap or hip-bop, or whatever language they speak. They may be a bunch of budding Einstein’s for all I know. Nah, I really doubt it.
I was relieved to find out that the girl with the purple hair does not in fact have a serious medical condition as I had feared. Cheryle told me that she has dyed her hair purple, apparently on purpose. Now I’m concerned that she has a serious psychiatric condition in addition to her, like, you know, speech problem.
The young woman who owns the dustmop dog gives Sampson and me a wide berth now. A very wide berth. This morning she picked up dustmop and practically ran the other way. I started laughing and Sampson gave me his “What so funny, what happened?” look. Sort of like the picture at the top of him near the tree. That was the first time Sampson has ever barked at another dog. In my humble opinion, he was perfectly justified since dustmop charged him and was the one who barked (or more accurately yipped) first.
There weren’t too many people out early on a Sunday morning except for a few other dog walkers. For some reason, people with little dogs get visibly nervous when they see Sampson and me coming towards them. Maybe the sight of a 6 foot 2 dude in a black leather jacket and sunglasses walking a very large German Shepard has something to do with it.
Oh, did you know that there are two ways to spell German Shepard? The more correct way is German Shepherd. But I’m from Boston, and since we have no use for the letter “R” in Boston, the way we say it here in Boston is “Shepaahdd.” So I’ll continue to use the Boston version. Besides, Shepherd sounds like “sheep herd” and that just doesn’t fit Sampson’s personality at all. So my apologies to all you purists out there.
We stopped by the convenience store this morning to pick up the paper and the old Marine was there that we met Friday night. Of course he had to come out and pet Sampson and give him a nice hug. I told him we still have half a box of the little milkbone cookies he bought. I was trying to discourage him from buying him yet another box of milkbone cookies. “Oh, that’s good” he said and then proceeded to give Sampson half a donut. AARRGGG!
We'll probably go to CatRock nature reserve today. It's an amazingly beautiful place, in Weston, which is one of the wealthiest suburbs in the area. Surprisingly, everyone there is very, very friendly. I say that because we've been to other fancy neighborhoods and most people were just incredibly snotty and stuck-up.
